poetryIP: 72.94.159.16Posted on December 1, 2017 at 10:12:38 PM by ts735b

GREEN DAY

Though the heyday and stellar popularity didst long since wane, I still enjoy listening to select song titles (to many for listing here along this virtual boulevard of broken dream) of this iconic Punk Rock band unique rapid fire machine gun punctuated trademark style still induces goosebumps IF only because my eldest daughter (Eden Liat) used to be a rabid fan.

She even voluntarily recruited this papa (and asked me in her coy, diminutive, earnestly irresistible purring kitty cat demeanor if yours truly could taxi herself, and one or more best buddies, (whom she keeps in regular communication to this green day) to the the theatrical performance “American Idiot” being shown on Broadway.

Unsure at the present status of this three (?) member all male musician troupe (with a moderate sized following at the zenith of their renown i.e. with quite a motley crue of groupies to boot), nonetheless at the height of fame and fortune experienced by said trio, a spurious whim spurred this middle aged chap to jot down his feelings of unbridled affinity toward said talented three person creative young men within a poetic format (left unmodified only if there appeared a typographical error, or an ambiguous awkward outdated word arrangement) will be appended below.

how elephants illegally
poached and slaughtered),
for shear sporting whim
pounded the keys with vigor and vim
speculated at how dissimilar mine fate,
would possibly be
if dedication sustained

to be a self driven task master
while mollycoddling the baby grand,
perchance me billfold and financial accounts
would not be extremely paltry and slim

reflected then and now,
on one of those “what if...could a,
should a would a...” hypothetical queries
and wonders if Robert Frost enshrined and rim
mem bored viz signature ruminating

about “The Road Not Taken”
might fancy himself joining a seminary
(rather peculiar though from an atheist)
obeying behavioral edicts
(with no discipline required
from “religious fathers”proper and prim,

hence baring the habit as a nun
in a convent chances negligible to him
i.e. me, yet...all those mewing kitties
will more closely match my anthem